6
'Wilt thou give me thy auld grey hair?
And I'll give ye mine that is thrice as fair.'
7
The beggar he got on for to ride,
But young Hynd Horn is bound for the bride.
8
First the news came to the ha,
Then to the room mang the gentles a'.
9
'There stands a beggar at our gate,
Asking a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake.'
10
'I'll ga through nine fires hot
To give him a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake.'
11
She gave him the drink, and he dropt in the ring;
The lady turned baith pale an wan.
12
'Oh got ye it by sea, or got ye it by lan?
Or got ye it off some dead man's han?'
13
'I got it not by sea, nor I got it not by lan,
But I got it off thy milk-white han.'
14
'I'll cast off my dress of red,
And I'll go with thee and beg my bread.
15
I'll cast off my dress of brown,
And follow you from city to town.